Nora Scott helped Pedro Langley into the bedroom.
She pulled back the covers and let him lie down.
However, just as she grabbed the corner of the blanket to tuck him in, his strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her forward. Caught off guard, Nora fell directly into his embrace.
Her chin knocked against his shoulder, hurting a bit.
"Are you pretending?"
Nora reached out to twist his arm.
"Truly drunk."
Pedro held her, his voice wrapped in the alluring haze of drunkenness.
Nora mumbled, "You reek of alcohol."
Burying her face in the side of his neck, all she could smell was the alcohol.
Pedro turned his head, deliberately getting closer, next to her, "You don't like it?"
"A little," Nora responded, pausing slightly before adding, "But I can tolerate it for now."
Pedro laughed softly while holding her.
He raised his hand, covering his forehead and cheeks, feeling the higher-than-usual temperature, Nora asked, "Does your head hurt?"
"Yeah."
